On the Last Day:
He was born white, before she burned him.
But that wasn’t what happened first. Not in the beginning.
In the beginning was the end of the world.
There was snow at the end of the world, and Kasimir was dying in it. Broken wings dragged from his shoulders like defeated banners, disordered feathers hauling crimson streaks through the snow that would not stop falling. The wings were the worst pain, each step grinding bone shards through savaged muscle and lacing his withers with acid ribbons.
The worst pain, but
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